Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2019 03:42:52 +0000 (UTC) From: nifty guy Subject: My teacher category adult friends. This story is 95% true. Don't read it if you aren't of legal age or if this is not allowed in your location. This only involves adults. I met him when I was 17. A high school senior. And he was my teacher. I thought he was really handsome, and I had a huge crush on him. He was 29, married, a couple of small kids. He had what I thought of as a Mark Spitz mustache. That says something about when this happened. I decided the best way to deal with him was just to say hello and nothing more. That worked fine for the first semester. Second semester I was 18. I was still avoiding any contact with him. One day, I skipped a class. I was feeling troubled. I knew it was his free period, and for some reason I went to his office to talk to him. I'm still not sure what gave me the courage. I was always very quiet and withdrawn. But this time was different-- I opened up to him. I told him things I had never told anyone. He was very understanding, and when I left he gave me a huge body hug and told me he loved me. Remember, this was decades ago. These meetings became more frequent. He was the first person I ever told that I was attracted to men. He tried to convince me that I was only socially attracted to men. There was also a playful teacher/student relationship that happened. After I skipped his class one day, he demanded that I give him a note from my parents explaining my absence. I reminded him that I was 18, so I didn't need a note from my parents. Instead, I gave him a note saying "Please excuse my absence. I had better things to do." He accepted it. Our talks became very open. I was really surprised at how open we were. And it started to feel like he was my best friend, the person I could tell anything to, the person who would always love me. And the person who gave the most incredible hugs. I graduated. And we still got together often. I even was invited to his house several times and met his family. I was kind of obsessed with him, and would drive by the house even when I wasn't planning on stopping. I went away to college. Far away. But we continued talking. This is before the age of cell phones, so my long distance bill was huge. During freshman year, he found out that his wife was cheating on him, and they separated-- then divorced. I was his outlet, his sympathetic ear, and we spent many hours on the phone every week. When I was back home during breaks, I spent a lot of time with him. Like many high school teachers, he had another job. And I would go and sit with him at his work. His hugs were amazing, and hearing him say he loved me was balm to my soul. I helped him through the divorce. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I knew that loving him was more important than giving good advice. The next school year, we talked about him coming to visit me. Neither of us had money, so we agreed to split the cost of the plane ticket. I convinced a college friend to drive me to the airport to pick him up since I didn't have a car. We came back to my dorm. I had a single that year, and shared a bathroom with a double room. My friend seemed unusually touchy in a good way. He had packed a sleeping bag since I had a dorm twin bed and a floor. At one point I was sitting on the bed, he on the floor, and he put his head on my thigh and wrapped his arms around my leg. Of course, I had to wrap my arms around him. He said that he usually showered before bed. So I gave him the extra towel I had just bought, and sent him to the bathroom. He came back several minutes later wearing only the towel. I had never seen him shirtless. I wasn't disappointed. This is before the time when gym-rats were a thing. He had played several high school sports, and had a really beautifully defined chest. He was really good looking. Really hot. I was kind of at a loss. I didn't want it to look like I was staring at him. He said that he was sore from the travelling, and asked me to give him a back rub. He had told me before that he went to a massage therapist, and the thought of someone massaging him really turned me on. Now he was asking me to do it. I had never had a massage, and I really didn't know what I was doing. But he got on my bed, face down, and I did my best at imagining what a massage therapist would do. He kept telling me that more pressure was good, that I should use my thumbs, the heel of my hand, my elbows. This went on for maybe 15 minutes. Then he got up and said he would show me how it's done. I was wearing a t-shirt and dorm pants ready for bed. He pulled my t-shirt off and told me to lie down on my stomach in bed. Just the fact that I would be shirtless with a guy in a towel was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. He started massaging my back, and it felt incredible. I closed my eyes to enjoy it. When he got to my lower back, he said that he also wanted to massage my legs, and it would easier without my pants. He started pulling down my pants and underwear. I had never been naked in front of someone else except in gym. And I always felt really awkward about it. But for some reason I lifted my hips to make it easier for him. So here I was, naked, in front of a guy I had a crush on, a family guy wearing only a towel. So I thought I was safe. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. At this point he massaged my legs. An incredible feeling. As he got farther up my legs, his hands would sometimes brush against my balls or my cock-- pulling down my pants had made my hard cock point down between my legs. I figured he didn't realize that he was brushing against them. Obviously not true. He then started massaging my ass. At this point I was harder than I had ever been. It was the most incredible feeling to have a guy massage my bare ass. When it came time for him to move to my back, I felt him climb on top of me. It was immediately apparent that the towel he was wearing before was gone. I could feel his naked body sitting on my ass. And I could feel his penis in my crack. As he massaged my back, he gradually kept leaning forward. By the end, he was totally on top of me. And since he was a few inches shorter, his chin was now massaging my shoulders. And I could tell that his penis was bigger than ever. He moved up a few inches, put his mouth against my ear, kissed my earlobe and told me it was time to turn over. I was horrified that he would see my erection. But I told myself that it was obvious that he was also very erect. So I let him turn me over. Again, he started with massaging my legs. He wouldn't touch my cock or balls with his fingers, but he made sure that he constantly brushed against them with the back of his hands or his arms as he massaged me. When it came time to massage my chest, he again climbed on top of me. As he would lean over, our cocks would touch. It drove me crazy. When he was massaging my chest, he spent extra time playing with my nipples. Gradually he ended up lying on top of me. I, of course, wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feel of this naked friend on top of me. After a few minute he rose up a bit, put his forehead against my forehead, and said that as wonderful as this felt, he knew a way to make it feel more wonderful. I asked how. And he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss. This was the first time I had ever kissed a man, and it took a while to process just how wonderful it was. He asked how I felt about it. And I told him I had to try it again to figure out how I felt. This time it was a much longer and more intimate kiss. We ended up making out for at least a half hour. At some point the positions changed and I was on top of him. We were making out like crazy, and suddenly I came. I had no experience with sex, no experience with porn, so I didn't give him any warning. When he felt my cum on his body, his kissing became more frantic, and within 30 seconds I felt him shoot his load. After we finished, it was like, what do we do now? He suggested we take a shower. By this point it was the middle of the night, so I figured there was little chance that the people in the double dorm room would see us. We went to the bathroom and showered together. Again it was lots of making out, lots of touching, but no touching of genitals. Maybe he thought that by not directly touching my junk, it would not be a gay experience. But he had no trouble touching everywhere else and kissing amazingly. He spent the night in my narrow twin bed with me. Tons of snuggling and kissing. And cumming a few more times. Thank you, paper towels. Shortly after this he remarried. We never did anything sexual again. There were lots of times getting together to talk and then have indescribable hugging, but nothing sexual again. He still gives the most amazing hugs.